Jamilton

Hate

Hamilton's POV
I woke up to find my room a mess. My papers all over the floor. And my alarm clock still going off. I got out of bed and looked at the time and it said 10:30. I panicked then looked at the calendar and it said Saturday. So I calm down and put so sweats on. I went down stairs and on the way down I saw Jefferson. I wanted to walk back to my room but I decided to deal with him. Once I was in the kitchen I heard Jefferson mumbled something under his breath. I had ignored it but he threw something at me and looked to see what it's was. And it was my essay paper I finished last night. I Snapped. Why do you keep messing with me dumbass! I splatted. I'm tired of your fucking foolish and it's about I said something about it! Jefferson looked at me shocked then he grinned at me. It's about time you stood up Hamilton said Jefferson. I knew you were weak and a faggot but you finally said something said Jefferson. Jefferson shut your goddamn mouth because you are fucking gay too! And yet you call me weak and you I can fight! You always be hurtful to me and you don't even know what I been through! I bet you didn't even know I saw my mom die in front of me, my cousin committed suicide and my dad fucking left me! And if you wasn't acting like a piece of shit all this time maybe you would of fucking known this by now! I said running to my room and sham then locked the door. I went into my bathroom and took a handful of pills. Hoping that they will kill me once and for all. But before I could take them I heard a knock on my door. Come in i said but no one came. So i decided to open my door and I saw a letter. I opened it and it said......
Dear Alexander,
I'm sorry about what you been through and I want to hangout with you. But I'm to shy and scared to ask because I feel like you wouldn't like me at all. So I was wanting to write you a letter to tell you and you can write back if you want I don't care if you didn't write back. But I will write you a letter everyday. And I know you Alex you may be wondering who am I. Well, I will give you a hint. The more you write me, the closer you get to find out who I am.
From: you secret admirer
I thought for a minute about the letter and started writing back. It was about three pages long and it was more like a essay than a letter but I send it to my admirer's address.